Referring to your girlfriend as 'Mama'. And other things no one musically does anymore.
Ever since I lamented that I was getting sick of the compost-scraps on my iPod, I've somehow managed to snout out some tremendous musical truffles.
The filet of the bunch so far has been MyPark:
The album goes from post-Portishead fuzz to straight-up, 100-proof Boner Jams.
I want to find a foreign language where Americans sound as cool speaking it as French people do speaking English. And move to where they speak it.
I've also managed to find a lot of great '60s stuff. Or at least it sounds 60s. This is what happens when you borrow your friends' external hard drives, and just crtl-C, ctrl-V everything you like.
That's probably old, right? This next one has a motherfucking sitar. Those have been embargoed since George Harrison ruined them, so must be reaching even further back to the sock-hop era.
And I know, Dad: You tried endlessly to get me to listen to this kind of stuff in the station wagon and I just rolled my eyes and disappeared into Nine-Inch Beastie Doggs or whatever. Everyone has to discover the past on their own.
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My Grandpa always used to call his spouse Mama. Oh the memories!